Our Love – The Story Read Online M.A. Innes

Categories Genre: BDSM, Erotic, M-M Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 220
Estimated words: 212755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1064(@200wpm)___ 851(@250wpm)___ 709(@300wpm)
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I wanted to know a lot of things, so I was glad when he started volunteering information and being wonderfully helpful. “I liked reading to you and I liked making you dinner. You were cute, and to me, it was perfect. But I want to know what I could’ve done better. If I’m going to be the best Daddy ever, I need to know how you feel and what you want.”

He was right. I knew that. I also knew I couldn’t do it now. “Maybe we text about it? If you still want to be my Daddy and…and date me?”

Was he still thinking about that?

I mean, he had Cohen.

Bishop hugged me tight before sliding one finger under my chin and tilting my face so I was looking up at him. “I want to be your Daddy and I want to date you. Period. I thoroughly enjoyed taking care of you and I want to know sexy grown-up Ian too. So yes, I want more texts and more teasing and definitely more kisses.”

I was blushing for a whole new reason now.

But I didn’t let that stop me.

“Yes, more kisses and more texts.” But I gave him a mock frown and shook my head. “I’m not sure about that teasing comment. I’m not sure I’m going to agree to that.”

Bishop gave me a wicked grin, using his strong arms to pin me to his chest. I couldn’t help the needy way I sucked in a breath or the shiver that followed. “I think I can talk you into the teasing part.”

I thought so too.

Leaning his head closer, he nuzzled against my neck, barely brushing his lips right under my ear. As I shivered again, melting into him, he whispered soft and low. “Don’t you want to hear all the wicked things I’ve been imagining about you?”

Oh.

“You…I…” Fuck. Words. “You thought about me like that?”

Yes, words.

But they were slightly ridiculous ones.

Not that Bishop seemed to notice. He made a deep hum and sent sparks of desire through me and nodded. “I kept thinking about how cute you were when we first met, and I had to remind myself that I shouldn’t be imagining kissing you when we’d just met.”

Whimpering as he nibbled on my neck, I managed to nod. “I…yes…”

Fuck.

What would he say if I came from just rubbing against him?

Would that be rude?

Thankfully, he decided that it was time for my kiss. He nibbled his way along my jaw as I rocked against him, no longer worried about anything. My entire brain was busy wondering what he would taste like and if his kiss would be just as good as his cuddles were.

It was better.

Slow and soft, he brushed his lips over mine, gently nibbling until I was whining for more. The needy sound spurred him to take me deeper. I could hear myself moan as his tongue stroked against mine, but I couldn’t stop the sounds he kept pulling from me.

When he finally released my lips, he gave me one soft peck and leaned back, stroking my head and keeping me pressed close. “That was even better than I’d imagined it would be.”

He’d thought about kissing me?

“I liked the pecks you gave me last night too, though.” That random thought popped out, making him smile. “You…you were a good Daddy.”

I remembered Wesley saying one time that Bishop was always taking care of everyone around him. Some subs were like that, but some Daddies were too. Daddy Bishop was the perfect combination of sweet caretaker and playful teasing…and he definitely wasn’t a complete sub based on that sexy pop he’d given my ass last night.

Curling back into him so I didn’t have to look at him as I spoke, I stroked his chest as I snuggled against him and ignored how our dicks were pressed together. “Do you…do you want to go out some other time this weekend? I know you probably have plans, and I don’t want to—”

His finger brushed under my chin, encouraging me to look up again and thankfully cutting off my rambling question. When I was looking up his chest, he smiled and nodded. “Yes, I would love to go out with you this weekend. How about we have breakfast together and then a late lunch? Unless you want to get rid of me to run errands or get stuff done?”

Shaking my head, I let my question pop out and tried not to worry. “Are you seeing Cohen later?”

Was that the reason he’d suggested lunch?

Was that rude to ask?

Was I being nosy or weird?

Bishop nodded, looking relaxed as he stroked my head. “Yes, we’re having a late dinner and will probably pretend to watch a movie as I tell him all about how cute you are and how much fun I had with you. Is that okay to share with him?”


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